Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.